Les Miserables et Les Horibbles

So here's something I do want to blog about: the new movie of Les Miserbles.  Has anyone seen it yet? 

It's excellent.  I loved it!  I have a kind of personal stake in it being done well because in high school, as part of my school choir, I performed it.  Not the full play, just the music numbers.  While we were learning it, as a surprise, my father took my brother and I (who also sang in the choir's production) to see Les Mis at the Ford Theater, in Detroit. It was so awesome, seeing the musical on stage and getting a real feel for what the songs meant as we learned them at school. 

I never got to see the musical on stage again.  But when the movie version came out a few years ago, I wanted to love it.  And it was OK.  But it just wasn't right without the music.  So when the musical as a movie version was announced, I couldn't wait to see my beloved Les Mis on the big screen!

And, as I said, it was fantastic.  Mostly.  Hugh Jackman as Valjean was brilliant.  Brilliant acting, brilliant singing.  Absolutely embodied the character.  Have I mentioned that he was brilliant??  Samantha Barks, as Eponine, was amazing.  Her voice is so heavenly.  Her waist is so tiny!  She was perfect for the role.  Sasha Baron Cohen was born to be Thenardier.  Slimy, detestable, clever, and funny.  And his singing never distracted from his performance.  Those three were the best, for sure.

Honorable mention goes to Marius, who was a bit strange looking, but who had a wonderful voice.  If only his vibrato didn't make his whole head shake like he had Parkinson's!  And both Helena Bonham-Carter and Anne Hathaway did great job in their acting and adequately in their singing. 

But then there's Russel Crowe.  True, I've never been a Russel Crowe fan.  And that's putting it mildly. But I went into this movie with a totally open mind because I love the play so much. I was willing to completely revise my opinion of him if he did Javert justice.  But alas, there was no justice for Javert.  There was only betrayal.  Crowe's voice was OK.  I mean, it lacks some skill, but the tone is rich and pleasing.  It was his ACTING that was the problem.  FLAT.  His expression was flat in every scene.   Look at Hugh Jackman--in one scene you can see his face express 20 different emotions.  He uses his eyes, his eyebrows, his mouth, his cheeks, his head, his shoulders...all of them change the nuances of what his character is feeling.  Russel Crowe?  His expression changes between irritated and annoyed the entire movie.  He never quite reaches angry, fierce, passionate, brutal, or driven--all the things you'd expect from Javert.   There's just this sort of half dazed, half mad look on his face in every scene.  Such a disappointment!

And Amanda Seyfried...why oh why did they give that part to her???  There's NO ONE in Hollywood under age 30 that can sing better than her?!?  REALLY?  I find that so hard to believe.  And yet they chose her.  She looks the part.  Her acting is fine.  But her voice--that hummingbird vibrato that sounds like Woody Woodpecker on speed!  It brought to mind the Lollipop Kids from Munchkin Land more than a love-sick Parisienne.  Such a pity!!!

Anyway, despite those two, the movie was excellent.  It was all I could do not to sing along with the movie, but I guess everyone else around me was too chicken cause no one else was singing.  Not even Big Daddy, who just happens to be as big a fan of Les Mis as me.  So I kept it all inside.  And now I'm paying for it.  Javert, Valjean, and Fontine are in my head in the morning, in the shower, when I'm trying to nap, when I'm cooking dinner, and most especially when I'm trying to sleep at night.  I love that score, but, sacre bleu, I'm getting tired of it fast!

What did you think of the movie?

Deep Thoughts about Blogging.

It's ironic to me that when I first started blogging, 5 years or so ago, no minutia of my life seemed too small to write about.  I could blog 2 or 3 times a day at my peak.  And now I'm lucky if I find one thing in a month worthy of writing about.  Why?  Is my life more boring?  Is it just that kids dominate my life more?  I do have one more now.  Maybe it's the lack of reciprocity to drive me?  I don't know.  But seriously, what did I write about then??  And why don't I write about it now?

Maybe, for example, I could write about how I have been working out like crazy at the gym and am in the best shape of my life right now.  Weights.  It's all about the weights.  Well, and the fact that I joined the country club of gyms doesn't hurt. 

Or I could write about how I took TWO fantastic trips in December, one to Texas to visit my sister (with kids) and one to St. Thomas with my hottie husband (SANS kids!).  I could even include the part about the lady who decided to have a baby on the plane so we had to make an emergency stop in Denver, causing us to arrive at our home airport at 2am, so you wouldn't be jealous.

I could write about Pippa,  She's 19 months now and doing all kinds of super cute and super naughty things.  Usually they're naughty but also cute simultaneously, which makes discipline a challenge.  It's hard to yell "NO!" sternly when you're secretly busting a gut.

I could write about the adventures of raising a mini version of my mother, with all the brilliant creativity and vivid imagination and total lack of social skills that make you laugh at a 7 year old (but not so much at a 70 year old). 

I could even write about the delicious foods I've made lately: the amazing cinnamon almonds, the bacon-sausage-apple cornbread stuffing, the cranberry apple salad.  They're good recipes, I swear!

But...I'm not.  WHY?  I don't know.  And I'm not sure anyone reads my blog anymore, so who cares?